Monday, December 14, 2009

When twenty years had gone the musketeers were reunitedfor one adventure, after which their fellowship divided.Porthos was a hero, Athos had a dreamD'Artagnan was a soldier, Aramis had a scheme.

Oh Lord, we carried on and on for yearsjust like the musketeersjust like the musketeers.

We give too much into the care of strangely absent friendsas if we don't remember how the story always ends:Porthos under stone, D'Artagnan on a missionAthos of a broken heart, Aramis in suspicion.

Oh Lord, it seems we're victims of the yearsjust like the musketeersjust like the musketeers.

It's age and time that make the world a place of solemn strangersand habit killed the hearts that had defied a thousand dangers.Porthos never changed, but Aramis was colderD'Artagnan soldiered on while Athos just got older.

Oh Lord, deliver us from endless yearsjust like the musketeersjust like the musketeers.